I just want some affection   I just want some affection   I don't want no hoochie-coochie mama   No back door woman   No Queen Street sex thing   I want a tiger on bended knees   With all the kindness of the Japanese   I just want some affection   I wish I heard voices   Wish I was a telephone      Karen yeah-yeah, Karen yeah-yeah   Karen yeah-yeah, Karen yeah-yeah yeah   I said yeah, oh Karen!      I know this girl   This very special girl   And she works in a library, yeah   Standing there behind the counter   Willing to help   With all the problems that I encounter      Helps me find Hemingway   Helps me find Genet   Helps me find Brecht   Helps me find Chandler   Helps me find James Joyce   She always makes the right choice      She's no queen   She's no angel   Just a peasant from the village   She's my god, she's my god   She's my g-o-d, she's my god, yeah, yeah   She's my g-o-o-d, yeah      Oh, she's my god now Yeah!   Karen yeah-yeah, Karen yeah-yeah   Karen yeah-yeah, Karen yeah-yeah yeah   I said yeah, oh Karen!      And she stands there in the library   Like a nun in a church does   Like a nun in a church does   She stands there all alone   'Cos she gets me something that I   Just can't get now anywhere else   Cause the girls that I see   Walking around, yeah the ones I see   Walking on the street   Are so damn-da-da-da-damned cold   'Cos they must have eskimo blood in their veins   And the one that I want   I just can't see   I can't see her there   I can't see her anywhere      Alright!   Oh Karen yeah-yeah...   Karen, Karen, Karen, Karen, Karen, Karen!